St. Andrew's Fall

Lyrics for St. Andrew's Fall

Big stretch and not much sleep I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage selling the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky That's hangin' over this bed of mine If I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seein' If you were standing on the corner staring straight into the eyes of Jesus Christ One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots I don't know if they belong to me But if I could buy the sky That's hangin' over this bed of mine And if I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seein' Sittin' at the edge of this a' building twenty stories below Below, a' twenty stories below Twenty stories below Twenty stories below And I can't tell you (Pockets full of crappiness) (Can't piece together my day) How many ways that I've sat And viewed my life today (So I pose myself this question) But I can tell you (Maybe sleep's gonna get me in the shade) I don't think that I can find an easy way (Yeah, I got my head buried in this pillow) So if I see you Walking hand in hand in hand (I got my head buried in this pillow) With a three armed man You know I'll understand (So low) But you should have been in my shoes yesterday You should have been in my shoes yesterday